Where was I, Oh yes, the water. After crossing (the) Gill, my next obstacle was Latterbarrow Moss; seen here. Now this really did the trick, so to speak. Some of the larger areas of reedy grass or what ever you call it, managed to fill my boots with water and soak me up to the knees. I tried the usual trick of attempting to flatted the grass to make a firmer footing, but this proved to be futile. All I could do was hope I didn't sink above my knees and carry on heading for the firmer ground, which incidentally always seemed to be just out of reach.
There had been a couple of "what am I doing here" moments on route, but once you get back onto good old terra-firma they're soon but to the back of your mind and you just carry on as normal.